(Verse 1) They told me the water finds its level, Then they curved it off behind a screen. Pilots flying in a metal needle, Never saw a mountain tilt between. I watched a cargo ship slip past the water's edge, And vanish hull-first where the lies begin— "They say it dipped below the curve," I screamed off the ledge... ...Well, that’s exactly what they’d want you to see, you spin! (Chorus) I don’t trust the sky, I don’t trust the sea, I don’t trust the ground beneath my feet! Every map’s a trap, every star’s a spy, Walking down a plastic-paved, painted street! The ice wall holds the ocean in place, And I can hear the pressure in the wind and the bass! (Verse 2) Gravitation? Just a math trick they invented, To keep us pinned and paying for the fuel. The moon is just a projection they projected, A flickering lamp for a mandatory school. Even my kitchen tiles feel a little bit suspicious, Too flat, too uniform, too neatly aligned... Are the architects of chaos growing ambitious? Are they mapping out my floorboards from behind? (Chorus) I don’t trust the sky, I don’t trust the sea, I don’t trust the ground beneath my feet! Every map’s a trap, every star’s a spy, Walking down a plastic-paved, painted street! The ice wall holds the ocean in place, And I can hear the pressure in the wind and the bass! (Bridge) You hear that continuous note? That unchanging blast? That’s not air in a bag, that’s the dome standing fast! That’s the atmospheric barrier holding back the void, That’s the exact acoustic frequency where NASA gets annoyed— ...Wait. Hold on. Why did that C-natural drop three cents? The bag isn't leaking... ...Did they get inside the bag? Did they slip a microchip into my synthetic chanter? Is the air pressure shifting because the firmament is thinning? [Whispering in absolute dread] WHO SABOTAGED MY DRONE?! (Outro) Can't trust the bag. Can't trust the reeds. Can't trust the wind of my own damn lungs. If the pipes are lying… ...then who taught me the song?
